Victoria King
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YAH! happy ending, i like happy endings!aliaschick4mv said:
update soon please! 
Insanity is Just a Word
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update soon please! aliaschick4mv
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Yeah, see the problem is, I haven't finished the next chapter yet. ANd tomorrow is my officail homework day, and if guys see me on here, I want you all to yell at me to do my homework K? But I'll have it up ASAP, I'll write a ton tonight.
Victoria King
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YAH! write write write write and do you know what?! you dont need to sleep so just stay up to type it!LMAO!
aliaschick4mv
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LOL I don't need sleep! I can sleep late tomorrow! Can i just mention how much I LOVE Sundays???
Victoria King
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sounds like me on weekends and the reason why that is, is bc im on here reading fics and talking alias!HA!
wildwildrae
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But how can it be a happy ending if Vaughn is dead?
and poor Nancy...she didn't do anything...just a by-product of the fornication of Syd and Vaughn...
but, I like whatcha did here. You went away from (the good) yet predictable ending of 'yay syd and vaughn are together forever'.
Me gusta!
Rachel
and poor Nancy...she didn't do anything...just a by-product of the fornication of Syd and Vaughn...
but, I like whatcha did here. You went away from (the good) yet predictable ending of 'yay syd and vaughn are together forever'.
Me gusta!
Rachel
Rambaldi_Follower
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oohhh yay happy ending!
kate_jones
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Me gusta tambien! But remember you promised us a happy ending...wildwildrae said:
aliaschick4mv
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LOL It's planned since before I wrote the first chapter, I won't forget. Trust me,
Luve ya,
Dani
Luve ya,
Dani
Victoria King
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post post post post post!!!!please?!?!?!?!?!?!
aliaschick4mv
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Can it be? :gasp: It is!!! She's FINALLY got here with the final chapter, happy ending promised!
So, here we go.
Two months later
The doctors were shocked. They'd never seena patient heal as fast as I did.
I've contemplated suicide. I've been on hunger strikes, once I stole a razor, and stood in my private bedroom for hours, debating whether or not to draw blood. However, there was no reason to. There would be no one waiting for me when I died. No one I cared about anyway.
After a while, I remembered most of my past. I, Tina Johnson, born Lazner, had been living in New York, studying to be a phycisist. I was on vacation in Washington, D.C. when I met Peter, who was there on bussiness (he was moving up the corporate ladder). It didn't take long for the relationship to become intimate, and not long after THAT I became pregnant. Two months later, I was Mrs. Peter Johnson.
I knew I had loved Peter. Well, I knew I thought I had loved Peter. After experiencing everything I had with Michael, whether it be real or not, I knew that my feelings for Peter were no more than a childish crush.
Michael was... he was everything, he was love, he was fire, he was passion. He was, in the end, nothing. An empty void in my mind. The world is a worse place for everyone because he was never born into it.
I walked into Peter's- No, Peter's and MY house. Everything felt familiar, yet strange, like the way someone feels after returning home from a long stay away. Pictures lined the walls, of me and Peter, our families. Our wedding.
I tried to make it work. I did. I learned that sometimes, trying isn't enough. I couldn't be anywhere NEAR Peter without feeling uncomfortable, and sometimes... sometimes I'd call him Michael. Although he didn't know it, that hurt me more than it hurt him. I was remembering what I had lost. He was realizing what he could never have.
So, I moved out. Divorce papers should be coming in the mail anyday now. Peter didn't say much when I suggested it. He just gave me a hug, and said that he understood.
He understood that this was harder for me than it was for him. He understood that remembering my past didn't make me Tina Johnson, any more than memorizing the life story of Michael would make Peter, Michael Vaughn.
I looked up the definition of insanity again today, this time with a clearer mind. "Afflicted with a serious mental disorder impairing a person's ability to function." Well, no offense to Mr. Webster, but he just doesn't get it. Not many people do. In his mind, and in the minds of millions- billions of others... Insanity is just a word.
I've lived it. I've lived through it. I've lived, and I will continue to do so. Yeah, Michael may not be with me, but my memories, whether they be real or false, always will be with me.
I put the dictionary back on the shelf, and continued to unpack in my new apartment.
"Hey, did you just move in?" said a female voice behind me.
"Yes, I did actually," I said, already liking this girl. I turned aroung and couldn't believe what I saw. A young woman, 25-ish, with peircing green eyes. And behind her stood a man I never thought I would see again.
"I'm Marie Vaughn," said the girl. She gestured to the man behind her. "And this is my brother, Michael. He lives across the hall."
"I-I'm Tina. Tina Lazner," I said, moving towards them, hand outstreched. They each shook it.
"Well, um, Mikey," continued Marie, to her brother, who had still not spoken, but was looked at me, with a strange look on his face. "I'll let you two get aquainted, and I'll see you later. Bye Tina!"
Marie rushed out, sensing the energy in the room, but not before whispering a quick "Don't trip" to her brother, just loud enough for me to hear. He smiled a smile that even now, in this other world- and it definetly was the real world, I had just gotten off conference call with Peter and the divorce lawyer- made me go weak in the knees.
"Do I know you?" asked Michael suddenly. "Ok, that was awckward... I just, I feel like I know you from somewhere."
"I'm sure I'd remember," I said smiling.
"So, you need any help unpacking?"
"Yeah, thanks!"
And we set to work, putting things in their proper place, not realizing that they already were.
What can I say? I'm the biggest believer in fate on the planet.
Hope you enjoyed my fic, and I hope you guys read the next one I write, which will probably be soon, since I already started it LOL
Luve ya,
Dani
So, here we go.
Two months later
The doctors were shocked. They'd never seena patient heal as fast as I did.
I've contemplated suicide. I've been on hunger strikes, once I stole a razor, and stood in my private bedroom for hours, debating whether or not to draw blood. However, there was no reason to. There would be no one waiting for me when I died. No one I cared about anyway.
After a while, I remembered most of my past. I, Tina Johnson, born Lazner, had been living in New York, studying to be a phycisist. I was on vacation in Washington, D.C. when I met Peter, who was there on bussiness (he was moving up the corporate ladder). It didn't take long for the relationship to become intimate, and not long after THAT I became pregnant. Two months later, I was Mrs. Peter Johnson.
I knew I had loved Peter. Well, I knew I thought I had loved Peter. After experiencing everything I had with Michael, whether it be real or not, I knew that my feelings for Peter were no more than a childish crush.
Michael was... he was everything, he was love, he was fire, he was passion. He was, in the end, nothing. An empty void in my mind. The world is a worse place for everyone because he was never born into it.
I walked into Peter's- No, Peter's and MY house. Everything felt familiar, yet strange, like the way someone feels after returning home from a long stay away. Pictures lined the walls, of me and Peter, our families. Our wedding.
I tried to make it work. I did. I learned that sometimes, trying isn't enough. I couldn't be anywhere NEAR Peter without feeling uncomfortable, and sometimes... sometimes I'd call him Michael. Although he didn't know it, that hurt me more than it hurt him. I was remembering what I had lost. He was realizing what he could never have.
So, I moved out. Divorce papers should be coming in the mail anyday now. Peter didn't say much when I suggested it. He just gave me a hug, and said that he understood.
He understood that this was harder for me than it was for him. He understood that remembering my past didn't make me Tina Johnson, any more than memorizing the life story of Michael would make Peter, Michael Vaughn.
I looked up the definition of insanity again today, this time with a clearer mind. "Afflicted with a serious mental disorder impairing a person's ability to function." Well, no offense to Mr. Webster, but he just doesn't get it. Not many people do. In his mind, and in the minds of millions- billions of others... Insanity is just a word.
I've lived it. I've lived through it. I've lived, and I will continue to do so. Yeah, Michael may not be with me, but my memories, whether they be real or false, always will be with me.
I put the dictionary back on the shelf, and continued to unpack in my new apartment.
"Hey, did you just move in?" said a female voice behind me.
"Yes, I did actually," I said, already liking this girl. I turned aroung and couldn't believe what I saw. A young woman, 25-ish, with peircing green eyes. And behind her stood a man I never thought I would see again.
"I'm Marie Vaughn," said the girl. She gestured to the man behind her. "And this is my brother, Michael. He lives across the hall."
"I-I'm Tina. Tina Lazner," I said, moving towards them, hand outstreched. They each shook it.
"Well, um, Mikey," continued Marie, to her brother, who had still not spoken, but was looked at me, with a strange look on his face. "I'll let you two get aquainted, and I'll see you later. Bye Tina!"
Marie rushed out, sensing the energy in the room, but not before whispering a quick "Don't trip" to her brother, just loud enough for me to hear. He smiled a smile that even now, in this other world- and it definetly was the real world, I had just gotten off conference call with Peter and the divorce lawyer- made me go weak in the knees.
"Do I know you?" asked Michael suddenly. "Ok, that was awckward... I just, I feel like I know you from somewhere."
"I'm sure I'd remember," I said smiling.
"So, you need any help unpacking?"
"Yeah, thanks!"
And we set to work, putting things in their proper place, not realizing that they already were.
What can I say? I'm the biggest believer in fate on the planet.
Hope you enjoyed my fic, and I hope you guys read the next one I write, which will probably be soon, since I already started it LOL
Luve ya,
Dani
bluheart13
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very good Dani. Im impressed.
aliaschick4mv
Cadet
LOL I shall. My next one is called Want, I don't know when it will be up, but it features a character who... doesn't come by anymore. <--- hint.
aliaschick4mv
Cadet
Well, I can give you the summary, it kinda doesn't take effect till a bunch of chapters in, but:
"Sydney's life was perfect. But, almost without her noticing, things slowly went downhill. Now, she's on the run. Not from the remainders of the Alliance, or Sloane, or the CIA. Or at least, not just them. But from her past."
:creepy music plays:
"Sydney's life was perfect. But, almost without her noticing, things slowly went downhill. Now, she's on the run. Not from the remainders of the Alliance, or Sloane, or the CIA. Or at least, not just them. But from her past."
:creepy music plays:
ILuvMichael
Cadet
OMG....that ending was great! Michael's ALIVE! Ha Ha! that ending was SO great, i loved it...wonderful...i can't get over it...yes!
write another story soon!
write another story soon!
musically83
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soooo cute!!! can't wait for the next one!!!
